The Iola register., 1887-09-16

this morning resume the SUBJECT.
In the first place, women has the special
and superlative right-nOt again going
back to what have already said-wOman
has the special and superlative right of
blessing and comforting the sick.
What land, what street, what house, has
not felt the smitings of disease: Tens of
thousands of sickbeds! What shall We dc
with them? Shall man, with his rough
hand and clumsy foot, 60 stumbling
around the sick-rOom trying to soothe the
distracted nerves. and alleviate the pains
of the tossing patient? The young man
at college may scoR at the idea of being
under maternal influences; but at the first
blast of the typhoid fever on his cheek he
says: "Where is mOther?" Walter Scott
wrote partly in satire and partly in COM
pliment when he said:
woman, in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please.
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
ministering ang.l thou.
think the most pathetic passages in all
the Bible is the description Of the lad who
went out to the harvest-feld of Shunem
and got sunstruck-throwing his hands on
his temples and crying out: "Oh, my
head! my head" and they said: "Carry
him to his mother" And then the record
Is: 'He sat on her knee till noon and then
died"
1t is an awful thing to be i'll away from
home in a strange hotel; once in awhile
men coming in to look at you, holding
their ha>d over their mouth for fear they
will catch the contagion. How roughly
they turn you in bed. How loudly they
talk. How you long for the mintsteries Of
home. knew one such who went away
from ono of the brightest Of homes for
several weeks business absence at the
West. A telegram came at midnight that
he was on his death-bed, far away from
home. By express train the wife and
daughters went westward, but they were
too late. He feared not to die, but he was
in an agony to live until his family got
there. He tried to bribe the doctor to
make him live q little while longer.
He said: 81 am willing to die, but
not alone" But the pulses fiuttered, the
eyes closed and the heart stopped. The
express trains met in the midnight; wife
and daughters going Observation-Disclosures
remains of husband and father coming
eastward. Oh, it was q sad, pitiful, over
whelming spectaclei When we are sick
we want to be sick at home. When the
time comes for us to die, we want to die at
horne. The room may be very humble,
and the faces that look into ours may be
very pain; but who cares for that? Low
ing hands to bathe the temples. Loving
voices to speak good cheer. Loving lips
to read the comforting promises of Jesus.
In our last dreadful war men cast the
cannon; men fashioned the musketry
men cried to the hosts: "FOrward,
| march !" men hurled their battalions on
the sharp edges Of the enemy, crying
| ''Charge! charge!" but woman scraped
the lint; woman administered the cordials;
woman watched by the dying couch
woman wrote the last message to the
home circle; woman wept at the solitary
burial attended by herself and four men
with q spade.
| We greeted the General home with brass
bands, and triumphal arches, and wild
huzzas; but the story b too good to be
written anywhere, save in the chronicles
Of Heaven, of Mrs. Brady, who came dowr
among the sick in the swamps of th<
Chickahominy; of Annie Ross, in thu
cooper shop hospital; Of Margaret Breck
inridge, who came to men who had beer
for weeks with their wounds undressed
come Of them frozen to the ground, anC
when she turned them over, those that hat
an arm left waved it and filed the air will
their ''hurrah;" Of Mrs. Hodge, who CAM
from Chicago with blankets and with pill
lows, until the men shouted: "Three cheer
for the Christian Commissioni God bles
the women at home" then sitting down Il
take the last message: "Tell my wife not T.
fret about me, but to meet me in Heaven
Tell her to train up the boys whom W
have loved SO well. TeA her we shall
meet again In the good land
Tell her to bear my loss like the Christian
wife of Christian soldiers" aud Of Mrs
Shelton, into whose face the convalescen
soldier looked and said: "Your grapes an
cologne cured me-" Men did their wor
with shot and shell, and carbine, and how
itzer. Women did their work with socks
and slippers, and bandages and war;
drinks, and Scripture texts, and gentl
strokings Of the hot temples, and storie
of that land where they never have an
pain. Men knelt down over the wOunde
and said: ION which side did you fight:
Women knelt down over the wounded an
said: "Where are you hurt? What mic
things can I make for you to eat! WINS
makes you cry:" Tonight. while we me
are sound asleep in our beds, there will b
grcaning down that dark alley; there wi
, be cries of distress in that cellar. Ne
will sleep, and women will watch.
Again, woman has superlative right
, take care of the poor. There are hundred
) and thousands Of them all over the lan'
There is a kind of work that men can NJ
do for the poo.. Here comes a group
little barefoot children to the door Of th
Dorcas Society. They need to be clothe
and provided for. Which Of these ban
directors would know how many yards
would take to make that little girl dres
Which of these masculine hands could
) a hat to that little girls head: Which
) these wise men would know how to tie 9
that new pair Of shoes: Man soustim
gives his charity in q rough way. and
falls like the fruit of tree in the Eas
, which fruit comes down SO heavily tn
0 it breaks the skull of the man who is try's
D | TO gather il. But woman glides SO soft
( into the house of destitutiOn, and hnds
:. all the sorrows Of the place, and p"ts
quietly tho donation ON tho table, tn
all the family como ous on q
Q front steps as she departs, g
pectinp that from under
shawl she will thrust out two wings ~
90 right up toward Heaven, from when
= sh. seems TO have como down. 0 Chri
tiau Young woman! il you would ma
= | ,,o,,r..lf haunv and win the blessing